..and now you can, too.
Listen to this: http://www.last.fm/listen/artist/Stars%2520of%2520the%2520Lid/similarartists
and read this poem by Fargue. I have yet to meet someone who has not had a night like this one.
"Romance"
by Leon-Paul Fargue (1876-1947)
translated from the French by Louis Simpson
We certainly loved you,
Marie. You knew,
Didn't you? Do you remember?
One evening
We set off at night,
Artheme and I, going quietly to see you
Beneath the apse of the summer sky, as at church.
There was a light and you were reading.
We kept the drawings
With three crayons, and the birds in blue ink
That you make.
Ah, Marie, you sang so well!
It was during the time
When you were happy, at the Sisters' school,
When the procession of pale flowers
Sang in the desert of Sunday.
Trembling
I was near you, who were all in white.
The organ spoke of shadows...
On the altar the blue day hung.
Through wounds in stained glass, the call of the breeze
Fused with a loud hum of onyx, drove the fire
Of the candles toward you, tipsy
With light and sacred songs.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
The Barrel Roller
The Barrel Roller*
for Buford Counts
The young ones try
it with numbers,
count revolutions across
yards of old and lofted planks until
the room is done
and the cork faces out.
But the old ones just laugh at the science,
know that there are no equations
for art.
You just get by doing,
the way knives are sharpened to put
chickens out of your misery.
But their time'll come.
We forget we used
to count the rings, too,
wasted good time looking for short cuts
to the future.
*Buford Counts was a barrel roller at Jack Daniel's Distillery for over 30 years. His ability to get filled barrels of whiskey from one end of the floor to the other without machinery is well documented by his few living peers. He was also my grandfather.
for Buford Counts
The young ones try
it with numbers,
count revolutions across
yards of old and lofted planks until
the room is done
and the cork faces out.
But the old ones just laugh at the science,
know that there are no equations
for art.
You just get by doing,
the way knives are sharpened to put
chickens out of your misery.
But their time'll come.
We forget we used
to count the rings, too,
wasted good time looking for short cuts
to the future.
*Buford Counts was a barrel roller at Jack Daniel's Distillery for over 30 years. His ability to get filled barrels of whiskey from one end of the floor to the other without machinery is well documented by his few living peers. He was also my grandfather.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Dishevel'd Salon is on Facebook
...just like the sign says...
http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/group.php?gid=34392019641
Working on getting back to a regular posting here. Expect something new by next week.
http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/group.php?gid=34392019641
Working on getting back to a regular posting here. Expect something new by next week.
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